Dante felt his body boiling with anger and frustration, which had been growing inside him for some time since he was attacked in the capital of the Vampire Kingdom when that damn witch tried to kill him.
He had been trying to control his anger for a long time.
The fact that he found himself once again involved in a hidden scheme, being manipulated by forces acting in the shadows, only worsened the situation.
Now, the Nation he intended to dominate had lost all its main soldiers, and the King of this nation, an insolent man he wanted to erase just like his son, was kneeling like a little puppy.
However... he had noticed something...
Immediately, his eyes glowed with a neon red as he sensed a somewhat familiar presence, despite clearly being distorted.
The energy emanating from the mind control spell that kept Velkan and the others subdued was not just powerful; it was complex... and... unmistakable.
